His rage subsiding, Mihai stumbles onto his sword for support; his injuries finally catching up with him. He looks at the carbuncle, delighting in his near-dead sorry state - "Are you ok?" - he asks with mock concern.

Steve frowns at Konrad in disagreement. "While Mihai definitely needs your help Fluffle it's alright to be sick if that's what you need to do. Getting sick after a fight is nothing to be ashamed of; I still throw up sometimes myself. That's a perfectly natural response to the often disgusting and ugly realities of a fight. Just don't let it keep you from your duties. So please help Mihai as soon as you are able."

Fluffle gasps for air, his stomach now truly empty. He doesn't say anything for a few seconds until he gives Steve a thumbs up, his eyes focused on the ground.

Nadzieja stares at the puff of black energy in her hand, which matches the discolored landscape of the Shroud. She then tightens her hold on the Endless, balling her hand into a fist. As she does, the Endless' form diminishes. Soon, there'll be nothing left.

"A entity whose consciousness resides in Magic, and can use in ways we've never seen before." - he explains briefly - "Then again, i could say the same about those skills of yours. Even Master Avalon didn't move like that."